Things with the houseguest are getting… tense [FFM] [free use] [oral] [anal]

I’m dreaming that I’m getting my dick sucked.

I’m confused. It’s a dream, but it’s also not a dream. I’m slow to wake, I always am. I look down, wiping the confusion from my eyes. Trying to make sense of what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling.

A wall of silky brown hair blocks my view below my waist.

“Uhhh…?”I mumble groggily, only half awake.

A tan, bronzed arm reaches out, pushes the hair back behind her head.

It’s Aya. Of course it is. My cock is in her mouth, stiff, hard, and tall. My balls tight and swollen at its base.

She smiles at me. Winks. She’s impossibly cute. I stare.

She pulls her lips off my shaft, tongues my balls. I groan.

“Morning,” she says.

“Oh fuck,” I say, the tip of her tongue running up the underside of my cock, flicking across my glans. My eyes roll back in my head.

“My laundry’s starting to pile up…” she says, her velvety tongue lapping at my balls, “Unless you want me to stop…?”

“No!” I groan, pushing her head back down.

She makes an amused sound. She slides her lips down my length, not stopping until they reach the base. I can feel the tip of my cock pressing against her throat. She holds the position, her tongue twisting against my cock in a way that nearly makes me lose consciousness.

She pulls off. “I love how hard you get in the morning,” she says, slapping it against her cheek.

Then she’s sliding her lips back down it again, staring me in the eye.

A few more times like that, I’m delirious from ecstasy. I hold her head down, pulling her tight against my hips as I cum. A load so thick I can feel it shoot through my dick, down her throat.

Spent, I let go. She swallows, licks up anything that dribbled out.

What a way to start the day.

## ##

In the afternoon, after classes, I come back to the apartment. Come in through the garage, direct into the kitchen. Aya’s there, reaching into the cabinet for a glass. I see the mess from her previous meals on the counter she’s leaning against, including three other glasses, discarded but unfinished. I don’t care. She’s in tight lace underwear, the kind that shows off her toned, tanned hips. And a thin t-shirt, two sizes too small. She can make the house as messy as she wants.

I walk up behind her, slap her ass. “Hey,” I say, setting a bag down, “I did your laundry.”

“I see that,” she says back, pushing her butt into my hand.

My slap becomes a grope. I’m squeezing her, my fingers sliding down her crack. I’m fingering her pussy. She moans, says, “You wanna fuck?”

She’s tight. And wet. So wet. I pull my fingers out, slide them into her mouth. She looks me in the eye, licks them clean. “I’ve been thinking about your fat cock all day,” she says.

Hot damn… this girl.

I pull my cock out of my pants, shove her down onto the counter. Pull her panties to the side, push my dick deep inside her.

She gasps.

The gasp becomes a moan as I penetrate her. “Fuck yes,” she says, “Like that.” My thrusts are mean, powerful, driving. I’m fucking her hard, holding nothing back, and she’s getting off on it.

I finger her ass. Make her squirm. “I need your cum,” she begs, “I know you’ve got a thick load of seed for me.”

This is our routine. She gets to stay her. Doesn’t chip in on the rent. Doesn’t do a single damn chore. Doesn’t even clean up after herself. But in return… my roommates and I, we get sex. Whenever we want it. However we want it.

And we want it a lot.

She’s hot. Knows to dress for the part. Show herself off. Emphasize her long, muscular legs. Her large, pert tits. Her sculpted, tight belly. And it’s in the way she moves, the way she poses, arching her back, pushing out her ass, swinging her hips. And in the way she flirts… and damn does she flirt. Always stealing glances, always grinning, licking her lips, touching herself, touching me.

She craves sex, and reminds me of that fact every chance she gets.

She’s got me convinced that the only cock she needs is mine and mine alone. But there’s only one of her, and my two roommates, well, she’s got them convinced the same. Clive and Ilan and I, we got along great last year. Then Aya showed up, and it was great at first, but now… situation’s getting tense. Won’t bore you with the details, what matters is that shit blew up a couple days ago, and we decided, bro’s before ho’s and all… Aya’s been great, but now it’s time for her to leave.

I was supposed to tell her this afternoon… except I’m literally fucking her, right now. Riding her rough. Holding her in place as I skewer her. She loves it. Is desperate for it. Takes everything I give her and begs for more. How am I supposed to give this up?

She’s moaning loud. “Oh fuck,” she says, “You’re making me cum!” And she is. She’s shuddering, her pussy spasming, growing even tighter on my dick, as I drive into it, over and over.

“Wow, Aya, look at you go!”

The fuck? There’s a skinny strawberry blonde girl standing next to us, hands in the pocket of her hoodie, hair tied back in a neat ponytail. Watching us fuck.

“Oh hey,” Aya says between moans, “This is, ngggggg, one of the guys I was telling you about.”

The girl’s watching us fuck. An amused expression on her face. I see her scanning me, observing, appraising. We make eye contact. Her green eyes sparkle. I grin at her as I thrust, slapping Aya’s ass. She grins back. She’s cute. Ivory skin. A few freckles. Thin, looks spunky, flexible. I wonder…

I pull my dick out of Aya’s dripping pussy. She makes a sad sound as my erection springs free, rock hard and glistening wet. I say to the new girl, “You like sucking cock?”

“Sure,” she says, her grin widening, “You like doing laundry?”

But she drops to her knees in front of me. Green eyes fixed on mine, she lowers her head down below my cock, wraps her pink lips around my balls. I moan as she sucks on them, the tip of her tongue massaging them in her mouth.

She lets my balls go, drags her tongue slowly up the underside of my dick. She gets to the head, kisses it all gentle. “So how bout it?” she asks, “Can I crash here with Aya?”

I’m supposed to be asking Aya to leave… but… oh fuck… I can feel her breath against my dick.

Aya pulls herself off the counter and walks up to me, her dark nipples proud on the swell of her breasts, pushing out against her thin t-shirt. “Please can Maddie stay?” She pushes her hair behind her ears and leans on my shoulder, guides my hand around her hips. “She’s a nice girl, I promise.”

Maddie grins up at me, nuzzling my cock.

“Err…” I am defenseless. I am defeated. “Ok,” I say, giving in.

Aya and Maddie smile at each other.

I continue, “But just… oh my god…”

Maddie’s opened her lips and has taken my cock into her mouth as far as it can go, sucking it clean. She grabs the base of my shaft and pulls her mouth off. “Just what?” she says.

“Just for…” I manage before Aya’s hand grabs my cock, stroking me off. “…for a few…” I get some more words out before Maddie’s hand joins hers. “…few days.” I mutter. Aya’s fingers have an iron grip on my erection, and Maddie’s fingers are silky smooth below hers. If that weren’t incredible enough, Maddie’s other hand is playing with and teasing my balls.

“A few days? We’ll see,” Maddie says, grinning as she purses her lips, resting them against the head of my cock. The girls’ hands pump my shaft, over and over.

“Also,” Aya says, lips close to my ear, “Maddie’s pussy is sweet as honey.” She’s gripping me even tighter. I groan. “And anal makes her climax.” Maddie winks at me.

That’s it. My eyes roll back in my head, my cock twitches, my balls flex. I grab Aya’s ass hard as the girls milk my cock, spraying my thick load of spunk into Maddie’s waiting mouth. She licks it all up with a smile.

I’m drained, empty, panting. Aya’s grinning mischievously at me. Maddie stands up, shows me my cum on her tongue. Closes her mouth, swallows, opens it again. Her tongue is clean. She’s grinning, proud of herself.

I’m in a daze, can barely think straight.

“Let’s go tell the others about our new roommate,” Aya says, still at my side.

Maddie takes my other shoulder. “I’m so excited,” she says. The girls together guide me toward the living room.

How am I going to explain this to Ilan and Clive? We agreed, it was time for Aya to leave. But now… not only did I fail at that, I’ve agreed to yet another freeloader? Fuck… I’ve got to stop thinking with my dick. But Maddie’s leg brushes against mine… no. She’s got to stay. They’ve both got to stay.

“Ilan? Clive? I have some…” I trail off, my jaw dropping.

Ilan and Clive are standing in the living room, facing each other, a thick, tattooed Asian girl suspended between them. Clive has his arms around her from behind, holding her knees up against the sides of her chest, bouncing her ass on his cock. Ilan is meanwhile going wild fucking her pussy, playing with her huge tits.

The girl, her pale skin covered in tattoos from foot to neck, has a look of pure ecstasy on her cute face, gaze unfocused, mouth hanging open in a perfect circle.

“Jen!” Aya exclaims, “When did you get in?”

“Uhh…” the girl, Jen I guess, slowly looks over at us. “Oh, hey, Aya,” she says, strands of her black hair spilling down her face, “Your roommates are letting me crash with them, too.”

## ##

It’s the next evening. I’ve got Jen face down on my bed, my cock buried in her ass. A few minutes ago, I’d been at my desk when she walked past my room wearing just a sports bra and booty shorts. I has been trying to work, but I was hypnotized seeing her round ass swinging side to side, her pink shorts stretched tight over it.

“You see something you like?” she had asked, grinning at me as I guided her into my room, fondling her ass, pulling her shorts down, fascinated by her tattoos. I had licked her tight asshole, making her good and ready, then laid her down and straddled her thighs.

“Please, give it to me, I need it,” she had begged as I grabbed her cheeks, spread them wide, and guided my erection into her eager pucker.

Now I’ve been fucking her incredibly tight ass for a few minutes, hearing her groan as I pumped away, and I’ve held out as long as I can, drawing out this glorious experience, but I’m cumming, spraying my seed into this girl’s ass.

I roll her over, pinch her nipples, and lean down to eat out her pussy. “Oh, fuck yes,” she says.

But then, “Wait,” she caresses my head, “Sixty-nine me.”

It’s later and we’ve both came, I’m nuzzling up against her tits. I can hear the thump thump thump of Maddie and Ilan fucking upstairs, and can hear Aya gasping across the hall from Clive’s room. “I can sleep through anything,” Jen says, “So if it’s the middle of the night and you wake up horny… well, you come take whatever you need.”

“Holy fuck girl,” I say, but I’m passing out.

I guess the plans to kick Aya out are canceled.

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